Look at us,
At our ugliness,
When we lie and deceit,
When we cheat,
When we deceive ourselves...

Look at me,
At the beast from within,
At my ugliness,
I’ve killed all of my dreams...

Look at us,
In the mirror of truth
And tell me:
What do you see?

Someone who has
Accomplished his dreams?
Someone who loved and
Hold on to love?

My mirror only shows
A dead heart,
A dead woman,
Dead inside...
The beast from within,
The death of a dream!

Look at us...

Look at me...

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Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'

Elya Thorn

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